ch you shall both own has no danger in't.

CLIT. Aye, prithee, find that out.

SYRUS. With all my heart.
I'll run and meet the woman on the road,
And order them to go straight home again.

CLIT. How! what!

SYRUS. I mean to ease you of your fear,
That you may sleep in peace on either side. (_Going._)

CLIT. What shall I do?

CLIN. E'en profit of his scheme.

CLIT. But, Syrus, tell me then----

SYRUS. Away, away!
This day too late you'll wish for her in vain. (_Going._)

CLIN. This is your time: enjoy it, while you may:
Who knows if you may have the like again?

CLIT. Syrus, I say.

SYRUS. Call as you please, I'll on.

CLIT. Clinia, you're right.--Ho, Syrus! Syrus, ho!
Syrus, I say.

SYRUS. So, he grows hot at last. (_To himself._)
What would you, Sir? (_Turning about._)

CLIT. Come back, come back!

SYRUS. I'm here. (_Returns._)
You're pleasure, Sir!--What, will not this content you?

CLIT. Yes, Syrus; me, my passion, and my fame
I render up to you: dispose of all;
But see you're not to blame.

SYRUS. Ridiculous!
Spare your advice, good Clitipho! you know
Success is my concern still more than yours:
For if perchance we fail in our attempt,
You shall have words; but I, alas! dry blows.
Be sure then of my diligence; and beg
Your friend to join, and countenance our scheme.

CLIN. Depend on me: I see it must be so.

CLIT. Thanks, my best Clinia!

CLIN. But take heed she trip not.

SYRUS. Oh, she's well instructed.

CLIT. Still I wonder
How you prevail'd so easily upon her:
Her, who's so scornful.

SYRUS. I came just in time,
Time, that in most affairs is all in all:
For there I found a certain wretched captain,
Begging her favors. She, an artful baggage,
Denied him, to inflame his mind the more,
And make her court to you.--But hark ye, Sir,
Be cautious of your conduct! no imprudence!
You know how shrewd and keen your father is;
And I know your intemperance too well.
No double-meanings, glances, leers, sighs, hems,
Coughing, or titt'ring, I beseech you, Sir!

CLIT. I'll play my part----

SYRUS. Look to't!

CLIT. To your content.

SYRUS. But see, the women! they're soon after us. (_Looking out._)

CLIT. Where are they?-- (_SYRUS stops him._) Why d'ye hold me?

SYRUS. She is not
Your mistress now.

CLIT. True: not before my father.
But now, meanwhile----

SYRUS. Nor now, meanwhile,

CLIT. Allow me!

SYRUS. No.

CLIT. But a moment!

SYRUS. No.

CLIT. A single kiss